I'll never forget that day.
It was 300 AD and the Roman Empire extended from Arabia to Britain. But they wanted more. More land. More people loyal and submissive to Rome. But none of the people they wanted where more important than the powerful Sarmatians to the east. When they fought at last, thousands died. But when the smoke cleared on the fourth day, the only Sarmatian soldiers left alive were members of the legendary Calvary. The Romans where so impressed by their bravery, skill and horsemanship, that they spared their lives. In exchange these warriors were incorporated into the Roman military.
Better that they had died.
For the second part of the bargain they struck indebted not only themselves but also their sons and their sons and so on, to serve the empire as Knights.
My brother was one such Knight, as where his friends.
I am Lela la Fey.
Of all my people, I was, perhaps, the most feared. Tales where told of me and lies where spread. The few who could remember the night of my birth said it was a dark night with no moon. Some said I was a demon, come to curse the land and the Romans with it. Some said I was an angel, here to bring freedom. And still others said I was a girl, with hopes and dreams.
No one has ever been sure which was true, not even to this very day. Someday, someone will know but until then, that is a story for another day. Today, I will tell you the story of a fight for freedom.